Hotel Hobbies padding dawns hollow corriodors, bell boys checking out the hookers at the bar... (Fish)
Had a fine role play performance with a kindred spirit and fellow thespian, the stage a discrete room in a decent hotel, almost 4 hours of playing in several acts with much change of costume and use of props, the storyline one of subs /doms and turning tables. If my modesty will permit (modesty??) i'd like to recount two short episodes which to my mind illustrate the apogee and preigee of transvestic roleplay.
'When no means yes'
Its Okay do I get it no means no (unless under standard operating sum dom procedure) I never though though i could be put into such exstatic discord as to say the opposite of what I intended. It was later in the evening and what few inhibitions I have were long gone, I had by switched to the submissive sissy slut role which has so obsessed me these last few months, another variation on the britney school uniform that has served me soo well of late. The ususal white blouse, short plaid skirt (more a "fanny pelmet" than a skirt), bright red cardigan and tie. Instead of the usual red longline bra and 36b boobies, 40F cup breast forms were restrained in a formidable black brassiere (in fact this was part of the previous oufit I was wearing), my customary black patent mary janes with a pair of knee high white socks,(pearline pattern..oh soo cute) and a pair of pink cotton briefs, (almost plain except for a tiny strip of lace at the edges and aa tiny emossed fower, decorating the word "Friday").
Depite my fondeness for the pants these had been long discarded (or possibly hanging off one of my ankles). I was virtually pinned to the bed and zoned out in a state of blissful submission. A large cock decorated with a price albert was being thrust down my throat, If i had choice of position and a bit of self psyche, deep throat was just about possible, but whereI I was trapped couldnt get my neck back to allow the gullet to open sufficently. With the result that my partner could any time he chose make me choke and gag by lengthening his trust, desite this (or possibly because of it) I was doing my best to keep this beast happy, working round the glans with my tounge flicks, occasionally feelling the PA ring rattle on my teeth, (the words of Isabella Valentines "worship the cock" hypno came unbidden to my thoughts) and dspite the knowledge that I would gag any time he wanted to go deep I would try my damndest only to be foiled by the touch of silver ring on my epiglottis, each time recovering as quicky as possible and resuming licking, kissing sucking untill my partner felt i needed another oeosphageail intrusion. This was not all, the other end of the aliemtray canal had also been invaded, this time by a 8 inch dildo (in fact a strap on being used in hand), for the most part slow deep thrusts, but as with the throat fucking, I had no control when it was sped up to climax speed. The icing on the cake was my clitty was being skillfull teased. Needless to say I was having an out of body experience, nirvana, eluysium, hades? where ever it was i ended up I heard a voice saying 'stop' it was my voice? the action ceased, i came round, "why have you stopped? oh please dont stop", and the bliss resumed, several times I heard my voice say "stop, no don't stop".... my tormentor now thankfully was disregarding what cock muffled pleas I made, he only stopped when he good and ready to.
Now let me contrast this by relating of earlier events when I was in the control seat.
I had got to the hotel 3 hours early I needed this time for the transformation, it was good to take my time and enjoy dressing, in recent meets I had to get changed hurredly slapping on the war paint in the bathroom whilst my playmate waited, fakse nails & eyelashes out of the question.
I showered and with the help of Veet and a quality razor, ensured all body hair was gone (the only hair left was some on my arms and my head), then a slick of mosturiser. I had taken time giving myself a pedicure and my toes were painted glossy pillar box red, as I planned to wear strappy heels. A spray of impulse and a squirt of perfume (charlie), ready to dress as a boss woman as planned for the opening act. Underwear was the Bra and Boobs described above with matching black satin panties and suspender belt. I had given what hoisery I would wear some thought, initially I was going to opt for the achetype of office wear, black sheer stockings and court shoes (matt black with a 4 inch heel), then I came across a pair of black seamed stockings and immediatley though of sandals and painted toes beneath a haze of nylon. Have a nice pair of 4 inch stilletto strappy sandals, which would show the contruction of the stocking foot and the taper up the heel to the seam, so smart, sexy and (maybe it just me) dominating. One final change came when I realised the black stockings I had were imitation seamed stockings, details added rather being an original or replica of original in which seams etc is integral to its construction. The best way to tell them apart is the finishing hole on the stocking top at the seam, it they have one then they are authentic. The orginal nylons are tricky ladder and catch so easily and have to be the right size as theyn have little elasticity being made in the days before lycra. The only pair of such I had were in a mid tan colour, darker than american tan but not as dark as mocca, they were perfect the shading of the reinforced toe etc giving exactly the effect I wanted. The outfit was completed with a straight knee length black skirt, plane white blouse and approriate accessories, earring s watch etc, made up my eyes in smoky brown shades with false lashes (which had to come out shorty after the playing started but they looked dawn good at the time) tried to keep complexion light with a mid red lip gloss and long brown wavy wig, when finished the effect was everyinch a business woman (albeit a rather tall one, wish i'd though to take pictures).
I was interviewing secretaries for a psot in my organisation, as well as absoloute obedience and shorthand being a slut is also mandatory. When my appotiment arrived he was ordered to strip and shower and led naked to a selection of clothers where he was ordered to "dress like a slut and do it quickly". Anyway the incident I want to decribed happened shorty afterwards, my slave kneeling before me begs to kiss my feet and is granted the privillage, it is one with such reverence and devotion, kissing each toe through the stcoking then carefully kissing each inch of nylon clad foot, after a while push her away with the dagger like heel and extended my other foot "now this one", allowed a very slow procession of kisses to climb my stockings untill the hem of my skirt was reached I will leave it to the readers imagination as to what happened next.
I was during this that I had a huge feeling of power and self assurance, body landgauge and expression told me the submission was earnest and complete (i know for I have often been the one kneeling) The realisation that my sexy feet had reduced what had been a man just a short while ago to to a subserviant sissy slave for my entertainment gave me such psycho-sexual energy, the experience has burned into my thoughts.
I also showed off my new dominatrix outfit (this was after the play, just to get feed back) I posted a couple of snaps in my profile. I am definatley having more dom thoughts / fantasies at the momement, think I am switching again, the sissy slut was (is) fun and I have taken it almost to extreme (only a spit roast would top what Ive done as a slut), so going to explore dominatrix role also becoming increasinly inclined towards women again, what would be a real show stopper the was i'm thinking is humiliating and cuckolding of a spouse at the request and behest of the good lady of the house. But like the spirroast that aint probaly going to happen soon.
Still its all good
